Short story collection. They gather in the dark: those who did not traverse to face their judgement when their mortal shells expired. It is within these darkest regions that the veil to the mortal realm is weakest. Sentinels stand at each of the seven gates, commanded by the gods to guard against the spirits that try to break out of Akasha. But there are some who manage. Many come seeking closure, demanding retribution for wrongs done onto them by their mortal brethren. No longer visible, they collate shadows, merging with the darkness to assume corporeal form that allows them to move among you, yet remain hidden; at least until it's too late to do anything more than beg for mercy. For darkness taints even the purest of souls.

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In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade

Alfred wakes up from a deep sleep and finds himself in year 2012, a period quite ahead of his time. His body never changed for he is still a young, 21 year-old man. As he tries to remember what happened, only one girl came into his mind - Helena, the girl whom he loved dearly in an unforgettable summer of 1947. Adjusting in the 21st century, he surprisingly meets Hanna, a young girl who looks exactly like Helena.

I woke up in the morning, seeing my alarm clock beside me. My mom said that at first day of school make friends. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, and took a bath. I dried up with my pink-striped towel with blue polka-dots. I ate my warm porridge and waved goodbye to my mom. Lockers at the hallway of the school. I saw students talking to each other while I was alone at my chair, quietly reading my favorite book, Are You there God, its me Margaret. I was forever alone when I found my special someone You"ll see